Female president's private killer

"Kill!"

With a loud drink.

With a flash of white light, the fire burst into the sky, and more than a dozen baisus machines were thrown into the sky like crushed straw.

Duan Tiandao's hand speed increased to 73 movements per second. Under his control, the mecha turned into a white meteor. The newly improved ion light knife in the hand crosses, and a machine storm only has time to erect the ion battle axe in the hand.

After the knife light, the cut axe flew into the sky. The belly of the semi-human mecha was cut straight. The uncontrolled parts were ejected under the high-speed operation of the mecha engine. The two bodies fell to the ground in different positions, sliding and rubbing, blowing countless mud dust sparks, and crashed into the mecha group of their companions.

Push!

Duan Tiandao sneered.

In previous attacks, he did not let everyone use their full strength. The performance of the 12th generation has always been controlled at the level of the 10th generation.

During the position test, Duan Tiandao didn't know enough about this kind of mecha. However, after driving the mecha to attack the base and fighting in the baisus mecha group, Duan Tiandao knows that the fighting performance of this mecha, which integrates the highest technology in China, is the ultimate that can be achieved in this era.

Thunder's external armor uses the latest alloy technology of the Republic of China. This external armor made of dozens of different elements and more than 200 processes is enough to resist the full blow of the ion light knife given by God. More importantly, this metal can be manufactured on a large scale.

The most important instantaneous explosive power data of the engine of the mecha is twice that of the 11th generation of the Chinese mecha and four times that of the 10th generation of the Chinese mecha! In the base test, God can't resist the attack of thunder at all. The fist of thunder can directly break the mechanical arm given by God and smash it into the body.

And the control system of the mecha is also unique.

Duan Tiandao has to admire the experts who study this control system. Although this control system can not be compared with the brain control technology in the United States, it can improve the control skills of mecha operators. Many places that consume hand speed have been perfectly assisted in this control system.

Although the promotion is not much, it is a genius idea after all, and has taken a solid step.

For level 10 mecha soldiers with hand speed of more than 60 movements, the 5% increase is enough to make people ecstatic. This kind of control system is a perfect supplement to machine armor martial arts!

There is also a new double joint torsional drive system; Accurate fire control system comparable to small frigates; The high toughness suspension system that can be used for force relief, coupled with the newly developed jamming system that can carry out strong electronic jamming in close combat

How can such a mecha be countered by the tenth generation mecha?

If this kind of mecha. Then add the magnetometer of the fierce army, complete the research and development of the black soldier micro warship engine, and further improve the control system

Shit, just thinking about it can't help having an orgasm.

As soon as the mecha turns around, the two mechanical legs take off and kick under the push-pull action of the high-frequency transmission rod. The other two oncoming planes were violently kicked in the chest and flew out like broken sacks. Before landing, Duan Tiandao's right hand bounced out a dazzling strange fingering on the keyboard, and the ion light knife in the mecha's hand crossed an arc.

"Demon subduing knife!"

In the roar, a knife awn that was too fast to see clearly flashed through. Three machines were violent and were split into six sections by a knife awn that was more than three meters long.

"Cool!"

In his busy schedule, Duan Tiandao kissed Wang Qin on the face, pulled the control lever, and the mecha turned into a mass of white light.

"Eighteen dragon subduing palms!"

"Six pulse divine sword!"

"Lingbo micro step!"

"Xiao Li Throwing Knife..."

Shit! Who designed this? I lost all my knives and played with them!

Wang Qin couldn't help laughing. Seeing Duan Tiandao shouting and playing proudly, he was very busy.

Duan Tiandao used all kinds of moves he could think of in turn. His foot steps, attack lines, engine power and turning angle were as accurate as instinct.

The ion light knife in your hand cuts left and right with great momentum. No matter who stands in front of him, whether it's three, four, seven or eight mecha, the white thunder is broken again and again.

Ten mecha, ten flying light knives and ten fast white lights are advancing all the way in the black and white susus metal frenzy.

In the valley and plain, the sound of killing is shocking.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! "

William, who gathered the strength of the whole camp to meet him, roared with tears in his eyes. Under his command, the fierce and fearless Falcon Battalion soldiers rushed forward one after another.

One after another, row after row, group after group.

William has killed red eyes.

The reputation of the Falcon camp was not blown out, but rolled out in the sea of blood and fire.

Each Falcon camp soldier was personally selected by the Falcon man of Ono. From the day they entered the Falcon camp, they received the strictest training and the cruelest honing. When others eat, they are training, and when others rest, they are also training. The elimination rate of up to 40% makes all people dare not slack off.

In training, they can win only by working hard, and on the battlefield, they can survive only by working hard!

These mecha warriors are the elite of the young people of bethus. They have firm faith, tenacious will and regard honor as life. They have time and again launched an assault on enemies far more than themselves. They have been used as sharp knives to penetrate the enemy's defense lines. They have also gone deep into thousands of miles and closed their throat with one sword.

They are the pride of the 59th division. They are their pride. They are not allowed to bow to anyone!

Boom!

A violent machine with lion like claws suddenly kicked on the ground, and the mecha glided towards a white thunder. The ion Tomahawk in the hand of the machine storm was raised high and chopped down suddenly. The powerful Tomahawk rubbed an arc flame in the air and split to the top of the thunder in the blink of an eye.

"Die!"

The level 8 baisus warrior in the machine storm was stunned and drank, and his hand speed was increased to the extreme.

The white mecha in front of him was being pestered by his two companions in a desperate posture. The opportunity was fleeting and he would never miss it.

The Tomahawk hit the white mecha and... Fell to the ground.

Bai Suji looked at the countless mud and gravel splashing out from the broken ground. Looking at the figure that had been split, he flashed and disappeared in front of his eyes. He looked at the two companions and turned into two burst fireballs in an instant.

"Phantom?"

When he blankly spit out a word, he saw an ion light knife coming in from the metal shell on the left side of the cabin, breaking the mesh elastic interior, breaking the nearby storage compartment, breaking the console, seat and his body, and coming out from the crack of the metal shell on the right.

What kind of mecha is this? How can there be such a powerful ion light knife

When death came, bethus machine's brain was fixed in a question that he would never know the answer.

In the central battlefield, pieces and pieces of bethus mecha fell in the light of the knife.

No one has ever seen such a killing. This situation should occur in a civilian population shot by machine guns, not in the confrontation between machine armours!

"One row in a row, two rows, go!"

"Two companies, two rows, left road, separate them!"

"Two companies and three rows, hold on. Don't let them get in. Damn it, three companies and one row, go!"

Lieutenant Colonel William kept putting in his troops. He couldn't even remember what orders he had given. He just had red eyes and mechanically launched an attack under his command according to the changing situation in front of him. However, as soon as they hit the ten white reefs, they will become smashed waves!

A whole company was hanged in less than five minutes, and the second company was the same.

"Battalion commander, fire coverage is invalid. I can't hit them! They are too fast! "

"Battalion commander, we can't get close!"

"Battalion commander, they turned again!"

Listening to the panicked voice that had never been heard on the communication channel, William's mind was just a blank.

How did this happen?

It's impossible! It's impossible!

What kind of mecha is this? There is no such model in the mecha of China!

Another attempt to split and intercept failed.

Ten white mecha swam away at high speed and kept covering each other. Sometimes it expands like blooming petals, and sometimes it closes tightly together. I don't know when the two platoons just put in were pierced by them. Five white mecha continued to hang in the mecha group, and the other five killed back from different angles at the moment of penetration and interception.

What do these guys want to do... Do they want to kill the whole armored division?

Looking at the Falcon camp, which has lost nearly half of its weight, and looking at the opponent who didn't even hurt his fur except a little dirty marks left on the external armor, an idea involuntarily jumped into William's mind.

They're in Liwei!

"Boom! Boom! Boom! "

As if to prove William's judgment, ten white mecha stepped up at the same time, turned, soared and waved a knife. A row of machines fell under the knife like chopping melons and vegetables!

William stared back at the direction of the base.

He knew that the wild Falcon people at the moment were probably extremely angry. Falcon camp is his trump card and his pride. Now, pride is trampled under the feet of these arrogant enemies.

"Wow, honey, don't touch there." A voice, shouting happily.

William's hand gripping the joystick suddenly tightened, blood gushed up, and the mecha jumped out like an arrow.

"Put me through to William!"

The Falcon man stared at the screen, and the picture kept rolling and changing. Mecha swam and hanged at high speed.

Suddenly, a familiar mecha fell heavily to the ground after interleaving with a passing white figure. In the dust, countless mecha blocked my sight.

The general's communication officer looked back tremblingly: "Lieutenant Colonel William, killed in battle!"

Daye Falcon stared at the communication officer with strange and godless eyes and sat down slowly in his chair. He suddenly remembered the captured Zhongshan wing.

Modern war is not an era of individual heroism. No matter how powerful and crazy the enemy is, he doesn't dare to shake the whole armored division with only ten machine armor.

But all this was staged under my own eyes.

Zhongshan wing, have you ever felt the same helpless? His 172 division fell to the ground of 415 array. Should he also follow his footsteps?

What the hell is going on?

The other party clearly has only ten machine armor. Why can't their entire armored division trap them? They swam in the frenzy of mecha, like fish in water. On the contrary, he was afraid of being hurt by mistake and played timidly.

The overwhelming number of shells can't help them. They just covered each other and opened a little distance. In an instant, they caught up with them, pasted them, pierced and twisted them into the formation. It was another massacre!

This

Is it really a familiar mecha battle?